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Male Ego | Life Blog
Male Ego | Life Blog
The only quality that separates a male from being a True gentleman is what we call “Ego” or “Male Ego” to be precise. The society where we live from our childhood to adulthood had made us see the violence of a man on a woman or male domination over the females. And that is what stays in us, lifelong. The biggest problem with the mind is it learns slowly what it hears but learns fast what comes in front of it.
Nowadays the relationship/ friendship break only because of this “Male Ego”. Either it’s just friendship or a beginning of a relationship, what a man wants is to rule it or guide the relation in His own way. The only way their friendship should run depends on Hismood, His timing and His interests. The only way He wants to continue His Love-relation depends on His limitations and His extend till where he wants to continue it and when he wants to end it.
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He acts with her as if she is taken for granted. His worst behaviour with her are the consequences of his bad day, His problems become the result of her acts, or of her being in his life. She becomes the one to be held responsible for how he is living, and whenever things get wrong. On fine days, every good thing to has a share with her, though not completely. It gets divided between her and He-himself. Regardless of good points, a Man has a problem of oneness. All achievements achieved by him are mainly because of him and less because of others, that’s what he thinks.
The recent era is getting more technological and fast-forward. We-The Man is less for ourselves and more to show to people and this, in turn, this is lessening true side of ours. We don’t have time to feel or think our true wishes and interests and just show people how great we are.
In the entire act, it is only the girl who suffers a lot, who with all good thoughts and pure feelings wants to be with you as your love or as a good friend to cherish your company. She sees what bad you do to her, feel bad for that actions of yours but still feels good for you; still finds that what you are showing and how you are behaving is just a temporary act and you respect/love her more than you show. She lives in a world of her own self, where the only thing she sees is what makes her feel good. She pays no attention to all the ignorance and wrong behaviour towards her and even if she does; it results in a bit of sadness and shortly she continues overlooking it.
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But still, in the midst of all this, there comes an end; an end to all sufferings, all the bearings, all the problems that a girl faced all because of the man in her life and she gives up. She gives up what she loved someday; what she wished with someone. She gives up the life for which she was not made of and which she was living just to receive love and lately in return she realizes that the love which she deserved to get with all such giving is actually what she hasn’t got till date.
All she received love is when the man Himself wanted, in the form in which the Man delivered; her wishes and emotions were not only disregarded; they were not even considered. Thinking all this she gives up it as a matter of past. And freedom welcomes her; A freedom where her happiness is more important for herself. She starts receiving all the positive energy from all sides, finds better people who love her the way she wants, loves her for what she is, wants to be with her for the person she is and she feels bliss.
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Still, that Man cannot be Hu-man, he doesn’t feel for her going from His life, also he cannot see her with the other people too, he cannot feel good. He gets bewildered-looking that there are people who can make her happy and feel her loving and he cannot. At times he feels that he was right and all that has changed is the attitude of the girl.
He does not know that there is a difference between a man and a gentleman. And the major problem is his thought, his attitude and his ego to run the people according to him. He cannot make himself believe that he didn’t deserve her. All that hurts him is the feeling that he lost. He lost her itself makes it clear that he considered her merely as an object. And an object definitely can be lost as well as can break. That’s what happened with the Man.
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What we as humans need to understand is, there is nothing like an end to any relation, it’s just realizing what went wrong and feeling sorry from the heart for your deeds, and leaving it to the other person to feel sorry. If he/she does; it’s your fate, if they don’t, leave it. Don’t force, maybe they are very happy with someone else. So let it be. Because happiness is that’s something what you never gave them and sometimes happiness of the person is more important than the closeness of the person.
A friend once said, “Even in the best of the man, you can’t take the ego out of him.”
“Do not have this Ego, which destroys the person himself and relation altogether”
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The smile that cried |Short story 7
The smile that cried | Short story 7
The flames got trapped in the enclosure at the crematorium. The body that went into the oval platform came out like a pot of ashes back to Arth’s father. All mourned and everyone cried even after the rituals got over. His mother was still squalling. The ladies gathered around her were trying to control her but somehow she had lost her senses that day. Arth’s uncles, his friends all lost their control and were bursting with tears. Each crying one was trying to console the other and failing at it.
It was 23 years old Arth Shrivastav who had lost his life. An accident took place the night before when a truck lost its control and hit the divider crossing to the wrong side, hitting a bike driven by Arth’s friend. Arth was on the back seat and to the harsh tragedy of life, the truck hit the backside of the bike, saving his friend and crushing both his legs. His head hit the ground hard which lead to his death on the spot. His family rushed to the hospital with hope, which got crushed the very moment they saw him. No one slept that night. By next morning all close relatives reached for the funeral rites.
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Now, they all are moving back to their own world. But Shrivastav family will no longer be able to live the same life again. Arth’s dad; Alok Shrivastav is standing outside the crematorium. He has remained silent since the night. As he saw the body of his child and went to a stage of numbness. He performed all the rituals without speaking a single word or giving out any emotions. Everyone has left now; the relatives are urging him to return home. He is taking small steps, slowly moving towards the car.
Millions of emotions are going on in his mind. He has lost his support, his successor, his dream, his pride, all in his son. He doesn’t know what he will do in that house, which was made home because of Arth. Also, he is not able to realise for whom he worked hard and earned all his life, for whose better future he saved. He is not able to believe what has happened.
In 24 hours he has actually lost his entire life. He feels like a living corpse. His power of thinking is destroyed. Somehow, Arth died taking both his parent’s souls. The car reaches back to their house and each step towards that place is making him think more. His wife’s tears are still not stopping. The door opened and as he moved inside, found a smiling photo of him playing with Arth, in the hall. Staring at the picture, he breaks down. He realised he lost himself in Arth.
What the flames and ashes could not do, was done by Arth’s smile.
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The smile that cried | Short story 7
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The Old School Love| Short Story 5
The Old School Love | Short Story 5
Adil: “Maybe you are the reality to my illusion. You define my existence by confessing those words which I can only express on paper.
Aashna: Really!! Is it maybe or for sure?
Adil: For sure. “Maybe” was just a hesitation, sort of doubting my own truth.
Aashna: You need to do that.
Adil: I know. I also hope that you know, my emotions for you are not temporary.
Aashna: I know. And that is what scares me the most.
Adil: Scares? It should be something for you to be proud of. You are the one who is being treated with this pious emotion.
Aashna: Exactly!! I am the one you bestowed with this love and that’s what the reason of my fear. Emotions change, feelings vanish, grown-ups move on, time heals a man who loves.
Adil: If you are so sure that time heals everything, then why it still scares you?
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Aashna: As I said, it heals a man who is in love, not a child. You are a lover of soul. You don’t act in love Adil, you react as your heart feels. Your love for me is no different than the laugh of a small child when you caress him taking in your arms. It is not necessary for the child to know you, but once he is comfortable in your arms, he trusts you as his own. He doesn’t doubt your intentions. That is your love. It is innocent, pious, true, pure and happy. It is unaffected of the worldly thoughts and explanations. And no one can even think of making that child cry. Neither can I.
Aashna: You define the old school of love, which has already been changed and adulterated by people.
Adil: So which love you believe in?
Aashna: I live in society, where the schools have changed their syllabus. I belong to the new school of love. Here I wish to be loved by an old school romantic but altogether we fear of not hurting. him, if in case things don’t work out. And so we practically end up with the one whose emotions are not eternal and the one who accepts the thought that things change and we should move on with them …
Adil: Maybe then I am left with two options. Either not having you or be ready to get hurt if things spoil in a longer run.
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I think, let me be happy by being with you, loving you and trying for you every day without any expectation of a response. And you feel happy thinking that a guy loves you the old school way. Let the water of river flow the way it is going on and let its direction be decided once it meets the ocean.
That night, 8000 miles apart, both faces smiled seeing their phone screen.
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The spoiler|Short Story 4
The spoiler| Short Story 4
The random visits of Ayda to Adil’s place were a regular thing now. That day he had resigned from his job and was supposed to leave the city in a couple of days. So it was “for the last time to have chocolate together” reason for her to meet him. It had been just a couple of months that he shifted to this new city and new office and in a short span of time, he decided to move out of it for a reason even unknown to him. Adil and Ayda became good friends in this short span of office time. She was not in love with Adil but somehow she got attached to him for his words. Adil too never had any such feeling but he didn’t mind being a comfort cushion to her as long as she was comfortable with it.
That day, as she entered his home she knew that it might be their last meeting. The building compound was rumbling with the festival choirs. Avoiding that sound, she started discussing her crush, ex-boyfriend and life in general again with him. Emotions reached its peak. The eyes spoke more than the lips. Adil saw it. A comforting hug happened became intimate in no time. That evening, what the background choirs also did was setting the solitude for the kiss that happened minutes later and continued.
What was it?
Why did that kiss happened and why the intimacy was there?
No one had an answer to it. It was the moment that lived its life fully. Neither anyone wanted to tag that emotion with any name and nor was it a time to stop and think where it was going. Nothing happened that night but still, she left his place only the next morning. Both agreed to keep this night only in their memories and agreed not to discuss it with anyone.
As Ayda made her exit, Adil realized how the friendship that entered his house to offer him a bar of chocolate, was leaving his place by spoiling itself with the kiss and the night that passed by.
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The Divorce|Short Story 3
The Divorce | Short Story 3
“I have never seen a more weird couple ever in my life…” thought Jacob Stoker. “And here they come again and now for the final time.”
Jacob, a judge preceding over divorces, never felt more useless when dealing with this particular couple. His task was very simple. This was a no-fault divorce. The grounds were lack of affection and distance. He was confounded because the couple never showed that there was no affection. Jacob had given judgement to several divorce cases but this was one he will always remember. The couple did not get any lawyer because there was no splitting of assets. There was no custody battle because they were not going to live separately. They will stay together till Samantha (14) and Jaden (17) leave for college and they get on their own.
James Laurent and Sophia Marsden have been married for 5 years. They had been dating since the last 20. According to the couple they had reached a precipice in their marriage. The biggest problem was that they had become such good friends that the romance had fizzled out. Jacob couldn’t believe it at first. He tried to probe and question and acted counsellor to the couple and found that James held Sophia in high regard. He was very respectful of her. It was as if she was some benevolent queen of someplace. Jacob noticed that James’ respect was not completely out of place. She was a highly learned woman with a very calm yet authoritative demeanour.
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Sophia, in turn, reciprocated the same. This was not a couple entering a divorce agreement; it was one that had come to start a new journey in their life. This divorce felt more like a marriage to Jacob. The couple’s explanation for such an event was this that it was not due to differences but acceptance of those differences that lead to their “holy separation.” They did start having arguments and quarrels but over time they came to a conscious realization that this was counter-productive. It was obvious that due to the distance that had built up later there was bound to be some resentment. They both were expecting things from each other that neither was able to provide and agreed that this was the classic example of how people change. They loved each other throughout their metamorphosis into what they are today. But this has stopped now.
The argument was that if they fight and end on a bad note now, it would be an insult to the memory of those twenty years. They had differences, “but who doesn’t?” said James. “I have accepted these changes in James but now I no longer want that in my life and he’s made me realized that I have changed too. Gosh, we are completely someone else now.”
“And then there are the kids. We also agree that they should never have to suffer for this.”
Jacob, as astonished as he was, quickly approved what was to be approved. “So what now?” he asked.
“Nothing, it is my turn to cook today,” said Sophia.
by Anant Pillai
The Divorce | Short Story 3
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